[i]"Just remember no one uses guns indoors! Now enjoy yourselves! Sheriff we're cutting story hour short so enjoy first prize with a free bottle from the shipment just in!"[/i] Joshua shouts, just sipping a drink nearby and enjoying the bag of nails. Watching a few belly cheaters hit other patrons with pots and ladles as Joshua is trying to eye the biggest toad in the puddle, jotting a few notes down on them.

A glass hits the story hour sign from the crowd, a few reserve barkeeps trying to stash as much of the booze elsewhere as possible, trying to stop the waste of good alcohol. Joshua loving the carnage, thinking that the doctor wouldn't be lazing around any time soon and would be willing to give the Burnside a cut of the payment for such business about to flow in for the saloon brawl.